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A Drunken Mistake (ChattyChell and Libraryman) (NFSW)

Freya hummed, ducking her head to hide the small smile that slipped onto her face, when she saw the gooseflesh raising on Jack's skin and felt the shiver that ran through his body, a little proud of the fact that she caused those reactions. Only to press closer to him, to his heat, when he wrapped his arms around her and began stroking her own skin. Raising goosebumps on her flesh and causing her to shiver as well.

Freya relaxed into Jack's hold as they lay pressed together, her eyes fluttering closed, though she wasn't quite asleep yet. Or so she thought until some time later when she felt Jack press a kiss to her head. She grumbled sleepily as he extracted himself from her hold, not quite awake enough to see his own reluctance. Once she heard the shower going, she realized that she was sticky, and probably looked like a raccoon, so it would be best to join him. Wash the cum from herself and the makeup from her face.

She slowly rolled out of bed, blinking at the blinding white light of the bathroom. Once her eyes adjusted, she froze in the doorway, her tummy tightening itself once again as she could feel slick begin to pool within her pussy. She watched as the water defined every muscle on Jack's body, her heart fluttering at the physical representation of his strength, at that he was just so much bigger than her. She bit her lip as she admired him, before she shook herself out of her ogling.

Moving to the sink, Freya carefully avoided her reflection, not ready to face the mess she no doubt was, and took out the barbell from her belly button. Setting on the counter to be washed later. She then turned and slipped into the shower with Jack, sighing at the hot water that flowed withing. She wrapped her arms around his torso, placing featherlight kisses on his back and scraping her nails through his chest hair. She soaked herself in the water, careful to avoid her collar as much as possible. Soaking in his warmth as well that seemed to rival the heat of the spray. She ran her fingers through her hair, thoroughly wetting her dark locks, before she found the soap that was provided with the room. She opened the packaging, but instead of soaping herself, she turned the bar onto Jack.

"This crap will probably leave our skin all dehydrated and itchy, but at least we will be clean," she told him quietly, attempting to joke, as she worked the lather over his back, his shoulders, his sides, his ass, before she turned him to face her. Her eyes flicked up to his, a blush on her cheeks as she released that this act was probably very similar to how she stripped him earlier in the night, as she started lathering his chest. Her fingers sweeping up his throat and down his shoulders once again, careful not to get too much soap in his hair.
 
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Jack was busy with relaxing in the falling of the water when Freya came up from behind. Her touch was a pleasant surprise, as he wasn't sure if she'd actually follow. Given her recent bouts of affection though, it wasn't too big of a shock. She was becoming quite the prefect little pet.

The large man sighed happily and relaxed into her touch as he felt the teen's bare skin rub up against him. No matter how any times he had this feeling he didn't think that he'd ever get sick of her soft youthful skin touching his. When she first pulled away to unwrap the soap Jack nearly said something to tell her to return, beginning to turn to face her. But at her words he stopped and faced forwards again before nodding to Freya and giving her permission to start.

Quickly his mind was made up that they'd have to do this more often. Having her wash his body for him was intimate in an all together different way than just fucking. To have her serve him like this sent and ear to ear grin across his face. She truly was becoming his. At her request he turned to face her, his flaccid member now hanging just a little stiffer than it was before. Dominant eyes stared down at the girl as she looked back at him, his gaze flickering up and down her nude form before the teen once more began to clean.

"Remember to clean down there." Jack growled once she was finished with his chest. A heavy hand was placed gently, yet firmly onto Freya's shoulder in order to guide her down and onto her knees before him. Once she was down there as he desired, the limp yet somehow still large cock that had only just been used to pleasure her hung just at her eye level. Though they'd been in the shower for a few minutes now remnants of their love making still clung to the shaft. "Go on, get it nice and shiny now."
 
Freya blushed more at Jack's words, his heavy hand pushing her down to her knees. She knew what he wanted, her tongue sweeping across her lips at even just the suggestion of it. His cock shiny with her slick, his cum, dispute having been just under the spray. Glancing up at him, she decided to tease him instead. Working the lather over his butt once again, moving down his legs. Carefully avoiding his cock as much as possible even as she massaged the lather into his skin on his thighs, his hips. Only taking her eyes off the length in her face long enough to flick her gaze up to his face before back down again. She watched as it swelled and jumped, biting her lip to tease him more and to keep from smirking.

Satisfied that she had washed every part of him except his cock, Freya carefully rinsed him, her fingertips grazing his balls, his cock. She glanced up at him once again, this time holding Jack's gaze as she began to stroke him, coaxing him to full hardness once again. Slowly, she flicked her tongue out against his cockhead, tasting the tangy flavor of herself mixed with his salty cum.

She hummed, practically purring in pleasure as she began to lick him clean, her small hand still pumping and working over him with a tight fist. Her lashes fluttered and her eyes rolled but she always forced her focus back to Jack as she continued to clean him up.

She teased him, humming into his skin as she strokes him, tongue and rolling his balls until they were clean as well, until she felt his fingers in her hair, his hand on the back of her head. She finally opened her mouth wide and slid his rod into her mouth, the pressure on the back of her head guiding her to take him deeper slightly faster than she would have intended, until she gagged when the bulbous head hit the back of her throat. She whined and choked, pushing against him, trying to ease off enough to start bobbing on up and down his shaft.
 
Freya pulled forth many a frustrated growl and grunt as she teased him, purposefully avoiding that which he wanted most. He would be lying if he said that he didn't enjoy it though. As aggravated as it was making him, it was getting Jack's member hard again.

Finally, as she took the engorged rod into her mouth Jack released a sigh of relief. Now this is what he wanted. The grunts turned into low, deep, rumbling groans as she satisfied his need. As she scratched that itch that had been driving him mad.

He guessed that his pet was enjoying sucking on his girthy erection almost as much as he was, judging by the look on her face. Freya's master looked down at the young girl, his eyes staring at her intensely as she worked his cock. Whenever she opened her eyes to look up at him he stared the teen back down with a powerful gaze. A gaze that said 'Yes, I own you. You belong to me and will serve at my pleasure.'

As if to prove his point Jack tooka hold of the young girl's hair and pushed her down onto him. When progress stopped at her throat he did not release or relent despite the girl's gagged protests. He held her there firmly, simply enjoying the feeling of her throat's opening struggling against his sensitive cock head for a few long moments. When he finally released her, his hand still remained to keep Freya from fully retreating, his gaze telling her to push on and do as her master demanded.
 
Freya blushed at the look on Jack's face, in his eyes, possessive and powerful. Her eyes flitting away from his only to flick back occasionally. Freya hummed around him as he took ahold of her hair, only for the sound to turn into a whine when he forced her down his cock. She gagged and coughed around him as he held her there, his cock nudging at the spasming entrance to her throat. She pushed against his legs, struggling to get air for a moment, before he finally released her.

She pulled off him completely, gasping breaths unable to fill her burning lungs. Her lashes damp with the tears threatened to spill. Not wanting to be forced that deep again, once Freya caught her breath, she worked her way down his hard length once again. She slowly bobbed on his cock, taking him deeper and deeper, until Jack was once again nudging at her throat.

Taking a deep breath, she started swallowing, working his cock head past the tight ring of muscle. She whimpered into his girth, pushing until she felt him popping into her throat. Freya moaned and swallowed around his length, holding him within her throat, for as long as she could, her fingers working over his thighs, his ass cheeks, his heavy balls, until she could feel her lungs start to burn again and she slowly pulled off. Coughing him out of her throat. She licked and kissed and sucked on his cockhead as she got her breath back, only to start the process all over again.
 
Jack smiled as Freya quickly recovered from his forceful hand, diving right back onto his cock. Thankfully she got the message and gradually took in inch after inch of the huge member before her. His breath seemed to quicken every time she fit more inside of her mouth. Low moans echoed from his lips as he pet her hair affectionately while she bobbed up and down his length, and even let slip small gasps when her tongue dragged slowly over the underside of his cock.

Then, as the teen finally slipped him into her throat, a gasp. She felt so fucking good deep throating him Jack thought as her muscles squeezed about him. When she pulled off he was disappointed but he understood. She hadn't practiced enough to hold her breath very long after all. But at least she knew that recuperating didn't mean to stop pleasing him. Her adoration of his mushroomed tip made him grin widely at the sight before groaning aloud once she once more worked him into her throat.

"Fuck yes!" Jack gasped excitedly as he placed one hand against the wall to brace himself, the other combing roughly through the teen's hair as he pet her head. "You are such a good little cocksucker! Fuck, keep going!"
He was getting close now. The heavy balls in Freya's hand were tensing, his rod twitching in her neck. Just a little further and he'd be done.
 
Freya's eyes fluttered, trying to keep the water from the shower out of them as she watched Jack's reactions. She squirmed, shifting to ease the ache in her knees from the tub as new slick started to drip down her thighs. She blushed at the feeling of the warm juices, swallowing around Jack as she continued to bob on his length. She moaned around his cock when he started petting her hair, his nails on her scalp sending shivers down her spine.

She continued to work her tongue over his meat until his bulbous tip was once again at her throat. She swallowed around him, teasing his head with the entrance to her throat, popping it in and back out, sucking and licking harshly to give him as much pleasure as possible. After several moments she stopped teasing him and took several deep breaths, swallowing as she pushed him down her throat. Descending further and further down his shaft until her nose was buried in his curls around his cock.

Even as she swallowed, she couldn't stop the drips of saliva that escaped the confines of her mouth, pushed free just by Jack's girth. She whimpered, the sound nearly entirely muffled, as his petting turned rough and he started shouting his pleasure above her. Her nails dug into the skin at his hip, his thigh, as she tried to stay on him for as long as possible, working his tensing balls in her hands to coax his cum from them as she gagged around his twitching cock.

She swallowed and gagged, looking up at Jack as black spots started to encroach on her vision. She knew he was close, that he likely wouldn't let her up until she swallowed every last drop, so she needed him to cum. Slowly forcing her nails from his skin, she moved her hand around to his backside. She groped his clenching ass, humming as she enjoyed the handful before she moved her fingers down. She vaguely remembered reading about a spot that was guaranteed to make a man cum, what had been called the "male g-spot" . She believed that it was supposed to be located just behind the balls.

As she swallowed and gagged around Jack's cock, rolling his balls in one hand, she began to massage the muscle just behind his balls, trying to find that mysterious spot that would supposedly increase his pleasure and get him to blow his load.
 
He was impressed to say the least. Freya was handling his rod like a champ, welcoming him into her throat without hesitation. The girl had even managed to fit his entire length inside her mouth. Gasps flew forth from parted lips when she began to swallow around him. Jack's mouth was now parted open wide as his breathing quickly grew heavy from her administrations. After tonight she definitely deserved a reward, he thought.

Then it happened. With an outcry of ecstasy, Jack suddenly felt himself tip over the precipice that was his orgasm and shot forth his load. Looking down at the suffocating teen, his hand went to her head again to hold her in place while he began to empty his pulsing member down her neck. Not for too long though, as partway through his climate the older man released her hair to allow her a sweet breath of air, and so that he could see her beautiful visage marred by his seed.

"Damn, Freya!" Jack exclaimed with an utmost pleased look plastered upon his face. His chest heaved heavily as the older fellow worked to catch his breath, fingers repeatedly running through the teen's hair like ine might with a pet. "You are amazing at this! Such a good little pet!"
 
Freya looked up at Jack as she continued to swallow around him, watching as his mouth fell open as he gasped out each breath with his pleasure. She sucked and and swallowed and gagged on him until she felt him start to swell even further within her throat. She practically jumped as his release suddenly started shooting down her throat, a muffled squeak escaping around his length causing her to gag when he gripped her head, forcing her to stay on his length. She struggled against him for a moment, her swallowing thrown off when he grabbed her, causing her to choke and gag on his length.

Before she could regain control of herself, Jack released her and she pulled off his still pushing cock. His release hit her tongue as his length left her throat and mouth. She coughed and swallowed, gasping as she tried to get her breath back. Through tears she could still see Jack cumming, feel some of his heat hit her skin on her neck and chest where it spurt on her and dribbled from her mouth. Glancing up at him through watery lashes, she wrapped her hand around it and began pumping him, milking him of every last drop, not wanting to be punished just because she didn't properly take care of him during his orgasm.

"Jack," she moaned, voice raspy from the abuse her throat had willingly just taken, when he pet her wet hair and praised her. She continued to pump his cock, slowing her movements as his cum slowed to a trickle from his head, squirming slightly under him as her pussy stained her thighs and clenched around empty air. She leaned forward and kissed the tip of his cock, tentatively licking at the salty cum there, knowing that he was no doubt sensitive from his release.
 
Sharp eyes roamed over the teen's young body, appreciating her form. Especially now that it had been painted with his essence. She looked good covered with semen, Jack thought with a sly grin. Maybe someday he could train her to the point where she would willingly walk around with it on display.

Alas his appreciation was cut short as the girl leaned forwards again to attend to his still pulsing cock. The last of his seed spilled over her hands as she worked his length and the older man couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at that. Freya was learning quickly.

His hand once more stroked through the young girl's hair as he heard her moan his name. Jack quickly decided that he liked it when she did that, and cupped her chin to look up at him as the water washed away his markings upon her skin and told her "Good girl." In a gruff and lustful voice. "Do you want a reward, pet? I think you deserve one."
 
Freya blushed and looked away from Jack when she saw his expression as his eyes roamed her cum splattered body. She could feel her knees aching, her toes already numb, from kneeling on the shower floor but she didn't yet move. Even during this short time, she knew Jack enough that he would likely punish her for trying to stand before he allowed it, even if he seemingly has given her a lot of leeway for the night as apart of her reward.

She hummed when his hand once again found her hair, the water already washing away the spend that covered her chest. Her skin prickled when he cupped her chin and she followed his guidance to look up at him again. She flushed again when he praised her, tingles running down her spine not only at his words but also the gruff way he said them. When he asked if she wanted a reward, she bit her lip and slowly nodded, "Yes, please."

Her eyes flicked away from him in embarrassment before quickly finding his again.
 
Guiding her by her chin, Jack lifted Freya back to standing. Still holding her in place his free hand raised to brush against the girl's breast before giving it a firm squeeze. He loved her chest and how curvaceous she was. But after a moment of appreciation he let her go.

"Turn around and bend over against the wall." The older man instructed firmly, leaning down to give her a tender kiss before releasing her chin.

Once she had obeyed, her master ran thick digits from the top of her spine slowly down to her rear. Once he had finally reached it Jack gave her tush a little squeeze before trailing down further and reaching between her legs. Calloused fingers met her damp slit and dragged up and down it's length. After some teasing strokes the man finally paused and ever so slowly began to slip a single finger agonizing fractions of an inch at a time.
 
Freya followed Jack's hand, standing on numb legs, pins and needles racing down from her knees all the way to her toes.. She whimpered as he still gripped her jaw, his free hand once again leaving attention onto her breast. She gasped when he firmly squeezed the handful of flesh, her thighs clenching at the attention he paid to her tits. Her breasts were always sensitive and she used to love playing with them late at night when she would sneak her hand down her panties to get off. Before Jack, of course.

She kissed him back after he made his demand, nipping his lip before he pulled away from her. She worked her jaw slightly after Jack released his firm grip on her face, blush still heavy on her cheeks from the entire events of this shower, though she could easily write it off as from the heat of the water as well. Moving a little slow, she turned around in place, her back pushing against Jack's chest, before she bent over to brace against the cold tile wall.

Freya jumped slightly when she felt Jack's fingers at the top of her spine, not expecting him to start there. Gooseflesh fought against the heat of the shower to rise in the wake of his touch as he trailed his fingers down her back. She hummed at the shivers that followed, closing her eyes in pleasure, only to let out a little gasp when his rough fingers finally met her dripping slit.

Freya moaned softly as he teased her folds, her fingers curling as if to grip the shower wall in tight fists. She bit her lip but couldn't stop the whine from escaping her throat when Jack started to push his finger into her, her walls clenching and fluttering at the too slow invasion of his digit. "Jack, please," she mewled pathetically, her hips subconsciously circling against his hand to try and get him to go faster.
 
Despite her begging, despite her body leaning into his touch, Jack didn't hasten the pace at all. No, instead he kept his slow advance until the first, and finally second knuckle popped inside. Here he paused before drawing out again at nearly the same pace. It was only ever so slightly faster than before. As he drew his finger out, the older man made sure to wiggle it and rub at every inch of her passage, taking mental notes at wherever she seemed most sensitive.

This finally came into play when he eventually got to pushing his finger back inside. Unlike the first time it was at a much more reasonable pace. Now armed with the knowledge of her most sensitive parts though Jack made sure to rub his pumping finger against them.

"Is this what you want, pet?" He asked huskies as he bent over to whisper into the girl's ear. As he spoke the man took a break from his steady finger fucking to press up against the teen's button and circle his fingertip around it. "Do you want more of this?"
 
Freya panted against the wall, the extremely slow pace heightening her body more than if he had just fucked her roughly with his fingers. As he withdrew, just as achingly slowly, she gasped and whined each time his exploring touch found an especially sensitive spot within her walls. Her body was on fire, melting from the inside out and he barely even touched her, especially compared to how he had fucked her before, how rough and quick he was when he wasn't torturing her with toys.

Her mouth fell open, unable to catch her breath, as pathetic mewls and whimpers escaped her, Jack's single minded focus on her pussy too much and yet still not nearly enough. She shivered as his heat, his weight settled against her back, leaning over her to husk into her ear as he turned his attention, and his finger soaked in her juices, to her swollen and neglected clit.

She bit her lip, whining as her hips tried to rock against his finger, trapped as she was by his body around her. She didn't want to beg, though she knew that's what he wanted from her. She didn't want to beg for him, but she knew it was startling easy for him to break her down to that point, that he has done before, that he will do time and time again. That no matter how much she wanted to fight him before this evening, she would never be able to resist the way he plays her body. Like an expert with a musical instrument. Some reward this was.

"Yes!" she sobbed, her nails digging into his forearm as she let go of the wall, trying to get more friction on her clit, in her pussy, so that she could reach her peak. "Yes, Jack, please I n-need more. Please!"
 
Music to his ears. The sound of her begging for him was beautiful, and the way she tried to shift into his touch to heighten her pleasure delighted him. Jack continued to focus on her clit a few moments more before switching again to slide in and out of her damp passage. Remembering her sensitive areas, he toyed with her body more as this time he slid in a second finger and picked up the pace. He wanted her to fall back from the edge a little after toying with the girl's button, but not too far. After all, this was supposed to feel good for her.

"Good girl! I think you've earned your reward. " He whispered over the falling water in a sultry tone as he ignored the pain of her nails in his arms, fingers once again finding the sensitive nub to play with.

After a moment longer his fingers shifted to try something different still. While keeping one finger straight and one bent, he plunged a thick digit inside of her while the other rubbed and flicked against Freya's clit. Again and again he repeated this, speeding up as he went to try and finally send the girl over the edge.
 
Freya squirmed in Jack's hold, his attention still focus on her clit, only to whine into the shower wall when he shifted back to pumping in and out of her slick walls. She shuddered, her pussy clenching and gripping him as he forced a second finger within her. Little mewls of pleasure escaped her as he toyed with her, pulling her back from the edge, only to push her right back to it.

Her hips rocked mindlessly against his hand, the movements jerky and stilted as he held her pinned, unable to move unless he allowed it. She whined as his hot breath hit her ear again, the white noise of the shower and her overheated blood pumping in her ears leaving her deaf to his words. It was all too much and yet still not enough. She was going to die if he didn't let her cum soon, she would just explode from the pressure and melt away into pent up nothingness. She -

She keened loudly when he thrust his finger into her. She could feel the difference as he focused his attention on both places, her clit and pussy both buzzing and spasming as she gushed her orgasm. She could feel Jack working his fingers through her clenching walls as she cried out her pleasure, his name falling from her lips along with gibberish as her mind turned to mush. Her juices coating his hand and her thighs as they flooded from her pussy, encouraged out by his continued assault on her passage. The wall and Jack the only things holding the teen up as her knees gave out in her pleasure.
 
As the teen collapsed, Jack quickly went to catch her. Once he was sure that he had a good grip on her, the older man slowly lowered her down to the floor of the shower and came down with her. He twisted his body while Freya was still in hand, manipulating her so that she ended up sitting on his lap as he sat on the floor.

"Good girl." Jack cooed gently into her ear as he carefully held her waist with one arm and his free hand stroked gently through her wet hair at the same time. "You did so good, girl."

A kiss was placed affectionately on her cheek as the man continued to whisper to her sweet nothings. He enjoyed this; holding his lover in his arms after satisfying both of their needs. As the shower continued to spray them with warm water Jack found himself closing his eyes and relaxing beneath the girl. This was just perfect, this moment.
 
Freya sat panting in Jack's lap as she came down from her high, pleasure trickling slowly down her spine as he pet her hair and whispered his sweet nothings in her ear. When her limps stopped twitching, she slowly shifted herself, not leaving his hold but instead turning to straddle his lap. She ran her fingers through his soaked hair on the back of his neck and kissed him. Her tongue flicking against the seam of his lips as she hummed into his mouth.

"I don't know about you, but I think it's time for bed." She croaked when she finally pulled away, her throat still raw from taking his cock deep down her throat and then screaming her pleasure when he forced her to cum. Without waiting for his answer, Freya teasingly ground her soaked pussy against his cock before extracting herself from his hold.

She quickly rinsed herself off and, leaving the water on for if he wanted to do the same, stepped out of the tub. She grabbed a towel to dry herself off, leaning against the bathroom counter as her legs still felt wobbly from being on her knees for so long combined with such an intense orgasm rushing through her body.
 
She really was the best choice he'd ever made, Jake thought as he returned the kiss that Freya herself initiated. He just about purred into her mouth as her tongue sought his own, reveling in the feeling of her hands running affectionately through his hair, her chest squished into his own. A low groan of disappointment left searching lips as she finally broke the connection, leaving him wanting more. It was a significant improvement from justna few days ago however so he wasn't going to complain.

Though loathe to admit it, the teen was definitely right about it being time to rest. Already he had been spent twice over in such quick succession, and as much as he wanted anger go after she teased his member he could not will it to stand upright so soon. At least he had the satisfaction of knowing that he was the one who caused her voice to be so strained.

As Freya left the confines of the shower, Jack gave her rear a sharp parting slap goodbye before going to rinse off as well. He loved that nice plump ass of hers. Every part of her he loved really, even if she couldn't see why. She had all of the right curves in all of the right places, and any man would be beyond lucky to have a well rounded girl like her to bed.

Soon enough Jack had turned off the water to exit the shower and dry off. Freya it seemed, hadn't gotten very far even with her head start. With how wobbly her legs looked, it wasn't difficult to see why and so Jack came up beside her and helped the exhausted teen to their bed.

"Let's get you rested up, my dear girl." He said softly as he gently set her down onto the soft mattress of the bed. He had made sure to pull away the blankets before doing so, and slid in after her before pulling them up again to warm their naked bodies.

Spooning the girl fron behind, the older man wrapped an arm about her waist and hugged her in tight. Now this is what he wanted, Jake thought. Going to sleep with a cute girl in his arms after a good bit of fun. It was just as good as it was in his dreams. Better even.

Delicate kisses ran up the teen's shoulder and neck for a moment before he told her "You are perfect." And laying back down to enter a deep sleep.
 
Freya squeaked at the stinging slap to her ass as she got out of the shower, shaking her head at Jack's continued attention even though he seemed too spent to even get it up again at the moment. Leaning against the counter, Freya dried off as best as she could, her hair too soaked to really it off properly since they spent so long in the shower. She could tell from how it was starting to frizz up even while still wet that it was going to be a pain in the ass to deal with in the morning.

She was frowning slightly at the barbell she had left by the sink, still steadily avoiding her own reflection, when she heard the water shut off, mildly miffed that she didn't have the proper soap to clean the metal before she could replace it. She would just have to leave it for now. Abandoning her damp towel on the towel rack, Freya felt Jack sidle up to her and he helped her shaky legs get her to the bed.

She sighed softly, his soft breath on her skin making her shiver as she helped him fold back the blankets before crawling into the bed. Her tired body melted against his heat as he slid in behind her, the blankets being pulled over them trapping in the warmth even more.

Freya hummed softly as she pressed back against him, little shivers racing down her spine from his kisses. She blushed at his compliment and buried her face into her pillow as Jack settled behind her once again and quickly fell asleep. It took Freya a little longer to drift off than it did Jack, despite how exhausted her body was. And even when she did, it wasn't as deep as Jack.

Some time later, it could have been several hours or several minutes, Freya couldn't be sure, she woke up to her face pressed to Jack's chest and his leg thrown over her hip. She closed her eyes to try and go back to sleep but the insistent pressure on her bladder informed her of why she had woken. Groaning into her pillow, trying not to wake him up, Freya slowly attempted to extract herself from his hold.

"Shh," she soothed him when he grumbled in his sleep, trying to tighten his hold on her, "go back to sleep. 'm just goin' to th' bathroom." She pressed her lips to his forehead and managed to wiggle out of the bed. She padded on silent feet to the bathroom, closing the door gently before flipping on the light.

She winced, blinded, and tried to feel her way to the toilet to do her business. Finishing as her eyes finally adjusted, she went to wash her hands, only to finally catch her naked reflection in the mirror. Her eyes roved over her body. The collar around her throat. Bruises in the shape of fingers, hands, on her hips, her thighs. Hickies on her shoulders and breasts. She couldn't even remember when Jack bit her. Her skin felt sticky and she realized that she had never even washed herself in the shower earlier, Jack had forced her to her knees before she even could.

Tears prickled at her eyes. What was she becoming? What was Jack forcing her into? She stared at the padded leather around her throat. She knew what he was forcing her into, his pet, his possession. And the worst part was that he wasn't even forcing her anymore. She didn't know when it happened but she had started to submit to him willingly, despite the fact that he held her future, her very life, over head. Threatening to release the very evidence of her rapes, of her fall, to everyone who knew her, to the world. She was his plaything and it was her own fault. She-

She started to hyperventilate, unable to get enough air. She needed the fucking collar off. She-she needed to get out of there.

She turned out the light quickly, plunging the room back into darkness. She tried to get her breathing back under control as her eyes adjusted to the black once more. Leaning against the counter and just breathing, she didn't move until she could quieten her breaths, until she could make out her hands, her figure in the darkness. Only then did she open the door. Moving slowly, quietly, Freya kept an eye on the sleeping man as she found the bag of her clothes, taking it into the bathroom, making sure not to close the door again in case the click happened to wake the man. She dressed quickly, throwing on a pair of jeans and a sweater before finding her shoes and her phone.

Once she was ready, Freya entered the bedroom once again. She took one last look at Jack and turned to leave only to pause. Her heart racing, she turned to the toys they had won earlier in the evening. Biting her lip, she found the bear and slipped it into her bag. She then picked up the avacado plush that she had won on her own and tucked it into the space in the bed she had previously occupied, unable to stop herself from pressing a kiss to Jack's cheek.

With shoes and phone in hand and her bag over her shoulder, Freya slipped silently from the suite and headed to the bank of elevators. Once inside, she slipped on her shoes and double checked that her purse, which houses her wallet and keys, was inside the bag. That nothing important had been left behind.

Once she reached the lobby, Freya dialed the local cab company, ignoring the stare of the receptionist that was working the from counter. Probably the same woman judging her that had judged her when Jack had checked them both in. Booking a ride to the lot she had left her car, Freya went out into the predawn light to meet the yellow cab.
 
To say Jack was disappointed was an understatement. Upon going to sleep he was very excited to be awaking alongside his pet, only to have a jarring awakening when he realized that she was not there. Not even the plush she had put in her place was any comfort as he grumpily readied himself for the day and took whatever was left in the room to his truck.

As he sat in the truck the older man stared intently at his phone, running through ideas of ways he could punish the stubborn girl. He briefly thought of having get her walk about with him controlling a vibrator, but he'd already won that in a bet and therefore wouldn't be much of a punishment. So, instead he texted her Meet me at Center Park asap. Come wearing minimal clothing because I will remove whatever I deem too much. Wear your tail too.

After sending the text, Jack threw his car into gear and drove off towards the park. It would be just an hour before noon by the time he got there, and hopefully so would Freya if she knew what was good for her. As it was, he was already going to be pushing her limits with this punishment.
 
Upon arriving home after picking up her car, Freya snuck quietly upstairs, the rising sun lighting her path while her parents continued to sleep. She wanted to take an actual shower but she didn't want to risk waking them. Instead she shucked her pants and shoes and crawled into her bed. She slept for most of the morning, through her parents waking and starting their days. She slept through her normal alarm. She even slept through the chiming of her phone.

It was nearly noon when she finally, groggily, crawled out of bed and stumbled her way into the bathroom, intent on taking a shower. She woke to the steam and hot water, finally getting truly clean after everything that had happened the night before. She sighed as she stepped out of the shower and went to her room to dress, pausing to put a plaster on the blister on her heel to protect it while it healed.

Once dressed she grabbed her phone and went downstairs to grab coffee and breakfast. Only to choke on the first sip as she finally read the missed text from Jack. She felt her face heat significantly, even more than from her earlier shower, at his words. Her heart racing at the threat. She was suddenly glad that she had not found time yet to pick the lock on her collar if this was the tone of his text, her skin starting to itch under the soft leather.

Gulping her coffee quickly, scalding her mouth along the way, Freya raced back up stairs, the idea of breakfast abandoned. She was glad that she was home alone as she dug the toys out of the back of her closet, trying to remember where the tail even was. The last time she remembered seeing it was when one of Jack's friends had pulled it from her ass. She continued digging but even after dumping everything onto her bed, she still couldn't find the tail she had been forced to wear that night.

Growling her frustrations, Freya gave up and shoved most of the toys back into the bag. But she paused as she held the black vibrator plug in her hands. Jack would surely punish her for showing up without the tail, but maybe she could mitigate it if she showed up with at least one of his toys. Leaving the plug and the needed lube on her bed, Freya packed away the rest of the toys and his them in her closet once more. She then started her search of clothing.

Jack had demanded minimal clothing. She frowned as she searched through the things he had bought for her. All of it still far too revealing for her, but she knew if she tried to wear anything she actually owned he would follow through on his threat and strip her of it. Brows settling into a deep frown, Freya pulled on a skirt that either barely covered her ass if she pulled it up to comfortable position on her hips or rode so low on her that she could practically see the top of her mound. Sighing she tried to find the middle ground as she continued her hunt for a shirt and underwear. She finally found a pair of panties that wouldn't show beneath the skirt, though they were barely little scraps of fabric held together with string and hope, and a matching bralette that was littler better than pasties, covering each nipple with a triangle of fabric while her breasts were supported with more string. Too embarrassed by everything else, Freya just grabbed the first she could find, not realizing that the fabric was only slightly more substantial than the sheer dress that Jack provided her as an option for their date night.

Once dressed, Freya walked back into her bedroom and approached her bed. The last time she had this toy she was horny and desperate and had no idea what it could do and now she was willing, yet reluctant, to submit herself to that mind numbing torture once again. To force the black thing back inside her ass without the excitement to dull the pain. Taking several shaky breaths, her heart racing, Freya took off the skirt and underwear and kneeled on her bed. She warmed some lube in between her hands and slowly inserted a finger into her asshole. She slowly started to fuck herself, working the puckered hole open, her traitorous pussy fluttering as her slick started to flow. She didn't want to feel excitement or arousal at this, but Jack had already trained her body to accept all of her pleasure unwanted no matter what. She couldn't stop her moans as she worked several fingers into her ass, her face burying into her sheets as she edged herself. Forcing herself to stop she finally lubed the toy up and slowly sank down onto it, riding against the pressure as it filled her bowels and stretched her uncomfortably. Her limbs shaking as it took everything she had not to cum once the thick toy was finally seated fully within her. She rocked her hips before she could stop herself then stood on jello legs to dress once more, frowning at the clock once she had some control of herself and cleaned the lube and leaking slick from her skin

Finally ready at a little after 2 o'clock, Freya threw on her own T-shirt and a pair of pants to hide the slutty clothing and stepped into a pair of sandals. She grabbed her purse and her phone, shooting Jack a quick text as she made her way to the front door, OMW , locking the door and hopping into her car to drive to the park where he was no doubt waiting, pissed.
 
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Upon realizing that it would still be a long while before his pet would arrive, Jack decided to take a walk. It was just about noon after all, and he was getting hungry. As he walked along the streets nearby the park in search of food, he stumbled across a pet store. Looking at the sign, a wicked smile cracked open across his face and he quickly entered to grab a couple of items for Freya.

By the time Freya had texted him, Jack had found his bite to eat. He decided to take his sweet time returning to the park then and texted her back to wait for him at the central fountain. Upon his arrival about half an hour later he saw his girl standing where instructed, with almost everything that he asked for. All except for the tail. He sneered at that, unhappy about the deviation from his instructions.

He walked up behind her, leash in hand. Once he had gotten next to the teen he looped a finger under her collar and tugged it firmly but not harshly closer to him so she could hear his voice speaking low and rumbling saying "You are not the best listener, are you? I didn't give you permission to leave last night, and you very clearly did not bring the tail."
At this point Jack clicked the strong leather leash to the loop in her collar, locking Freya to him before continuing.
"What is going to happen now, is that you will listen to my every command or that boat trip that we were planning will not be so private anymore, understand?"

He took this moment to take a closer look at the girl. When he approached he was able to appreciate the shortness of her skirt but now he was able to get a great view of the whole outfit. She really took the rest of the message to heart, even if she did forget the tail at least. It was a great outfit really, and he loved how her barely covered mound and rear was shown off, and how her tits were barely covered themselves.

"Good choice in clothes though. It's perfect for what I have planned for us today."
 
Freya swallowed roughly when she had pulled her car up to the park and received Jack's text about waiting for him at the central fountain. It was sunny and warm and the end of the weekend and that meant that the park was slightly busy. Not as bad as it would have been if it was earlier in the summer and the height of the weekend, but still enough that Freya was beyond nervous to step out of her car. She needed to ditch her normal clothes in order to avoid making her obvious punishment any worse, but it would be just her luck that some Karen would call the cops on her while she waiting practically naked for Jack to arrive.

Taking several deep breaths to try, and fail, to slow her racing heart, Freya found a parking space that was far enough away from the other cars while still being close to the entrance closest to the fountain. Looking around quickly to make sure no one was paying her any mind, Freya stripped out of her normal T-shirt and the yoga pants that she had slipped on before leaving the house. She then got out of her car, locking it, and making her way to the fountain. She walked quickly, keeping her head down and sticking to the shadows as much as possible, avoiding the people as much as possible. But that didn't stop the catcalls and whistles as well as the scoffs of disgust and insults that followed her. She kept her arms crossed over her stomach, trying to curl in on herself as she waited, pacing to try and burn off her nervous energy while also trying to avoid the men who looked as if they wanted to approach her, probably thinking from her dress that she was either a slut and an easy lay or a prostitute looking for a John in the worst place to hook.

When Jack finally appeared behind her, she practically screeched in her nerves before the sound was aborted by his yanking on the collar around her throat. She could tell he was trying not to hurt her but, because she was so tightly strung, afraid that some stranger had grabbed her (again), she jerked and choked herself. Relaxing once she heard his familiar voice growling in her ear only to tense up once more when she processed his words. She whimpered at his threat of the boat trip and the click of something, a leash, hooking onto her collar. She looked at him over shoulder as best as she could, too afraid to move as his tugging had arched her back, putting her chest on display for the random people who had been watching her the entire time she was in the park.

"I'm sorry, Jack," she whimpered, "I was going to wear the tail but I couldn't find it. I think it got left at your friend's club." Moving slowly, ignoring how red her face was as she felt his eyes roam over her body, though that might have been the strangers who had yet to take their eyes off of the pair, she reached back and gently took one of his hands and gently tugged, guiding his hand down until she slipped it up the back of her skirt. Letting his fingers feel the wide base nestled against her backdoor. "I did wear a plug though." she breathed against his chin as she forced herself to tip back slightly more, pressing her lips against his skin.

She slowly, carefully, leaned back into him, subconsciously seeking his heat even as she hoped that her touch, her weight against him, might sooth his anger and his ego. "I'm sorry I left without permission." she told him again. She wasn't actually sorry that she left, only that he seemed to be so pissed about it. This was why she had to leave after all. The night, how he had treated her during their date, it was all too much, making it far too easy to forget that he was forcing this relationship onto her. Making far too easy for her to forget that he only saw her as a pet, a plaything that is easily discarded, even as he had called her his pet the entire night. She had to leave like she did or else she would have found herself down a hole that she should never find herself in. The possibility of developing feelings, any kind of positive feelings, for the man that raped her and forced to submit to his will time and time again was not one that she could ever allow to happen, not when she has anything left of her right mind.
 
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